LIGHT as petals in their falling, Through a twilight summer hour, Is your coming, and your passing As the perfume of a flower; And your voices by the wayside, As a sigh the trees embower. From the forest and the meadow, From the mountain and the sea, From the stars beyond the star-world, From the visions yet to be, As a dying song you linger On the air, and call to me. Stay, ah stay, and cross my threshold, See the door is open wide, And I listen for your coming Through all things that do betide, Through the weeping and the laughter, That you may with me abide. I will give you dainty raiment, Jewelled o'er with fancies rare, Through the shadow and the sunshine, I will weave it for your wear; Till all people see you clearly In the town's great thoroughfare. Ah! you call me, but to mock me, Fairy folk who will not stay; As I hasten to your summons Like a mist you fade away; Like a dream I dream, awaking, On the border of the day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MY BATH by JOHN STUART BLACKIE YULE-SONG: A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE LOVED ONCE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HERE'S HIS HEALTH IN WATER by ROBERT BURNS THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 7. THE LEGEND OF PHILOMELA by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |